The Million-Dollar Heart

Kaitlyn stared in bewilderment at the ancient-looking sheet of paper in Vivienne's hands.

It was filled with neatly penned recipes for potions, some familiar and some utterly foreign to her. The ink script was delicate and refined as if it could only have been penned by a character straight out of a period drama. The paper itself looked like something from a bygone era, rough around the edges as if it was crafted with antiquated methods.

Blinking back her confusion, her mind whirred back to life. Suddenly, it clicked. "You mean to say we swap this fake recipe for my parents' ashes?"

Vivienne nodded while Anna flipped through the recipes, puzzled. "But will this really work, Ms. Vivienne? What's this recipe even for?"

"It's something I got from Brody. It's not highly toxic; at worst, it'll give someone the runs if they take it over a long period."

Vivienne guided Kaitlyn back to the living room, massaging her temples that throbbed with the day's tension. "Gavin might not even know what the real recipe is. Oliver Grimshaw would never come to collect it himself. This decoy is the perfect bait."

She paused, a sly glimmer in her eye. "Besides, we don't have to rely solely on this 'recipe.' I've got a backup plan."

"A backup plan?" Percival settled beside her. He caught the cunning in Vivienne's gaze and knew instantly what she was planning. "Are you sure she's trustworthy?"

He had not a shred of fondness for anyone from the Abernathy family, even if the person in question was his aunt's daughter!

Vivienne patted his hand soothingly. "There's only one way to find out, right?"

She pulled out her phone, quickly found Victoria's number, and without hesitation, sent a text that read: [Your mother's with me. Meet at Aurora Mountain Villa in one hour.]

"That's that. Now, we wait." Closing her phone with a snap, Vivienne stood up, linking arms with Percival. "Let's catch some Z's for an hour. Anna, give us a shout when Victoria shows." Anna nodded. "Will do."

contagiously, his fatigue spreading to Matthew. As his physical exhaustion took hold, all he could think about was how uncomfortable he felt. "Draven, you're in

knock them around a bit," Matthew said with a stretch,

door closed behind him

others, clueless. "They're not

picnic compared to what they're up to," Jerry said, watching the others disappear behind a door. He shook his head, deciding not to burden Percival with the details

in later. For

living room, restless. She glanced around, her anxiety subsiding only when Vivienne

muscles relaxed at the thought. She didn't know why

hem of her shirt in her hands,

doorbell of Aurora Mountain Villa rang

taken a bite of her sandwich. Her eyes sparkled as she heard the commotion, quickly standing up with one hand

Come out here! What the hell

with a rapid thud on the door. Amid it, Thomas's voice tried to soothe, but

snap to action. "It's Victoria.

Victoria?

and Thomas before opening the door, "What took you so long,

her

up with Richard. The old man wanted me to tell Percival to come home for a visit. Once we got chatting, time just got away from us." "What's all this?" He gestured toward the commotion in

said she needed her help. Beyond

Jerry, spun around the room like a headless chicken. "Why are you stopping me? Vivienne called me here. Where is